Chapter 905 Dragon Son’s birthday, a gluttonous feast!
February 2nd, Dragon Son’s birthday.
In Xishan City, gongs and drums are noisy, colorful flags are fluttering in the sky with firecrackers, and the New Year's Eve is far less lively than today.
At this time, the sky is just about to get bright.
As the slight chill of early spring dissipated, the streets and alleys in the eighteen urban areas near the festival area were all decorated with lights.
Every household, no matter rich or poor, no matter their status, opens their doors early to welcome the blessing of the Dragon Son.
A long worship procession walked out of the Longzi Temple, with goddesses smeared with unknown paint on their faces one by one, waving flags and moving forward.
"The common people are suffering, but God has no mercy. Tens of thousands of dragon spirits protect the people, the weather is smooth, the rivers are smooth, the four animals are prosperous, and the homes are peaceful..."
"The great virtue of Long Ling is appreciated by everyone..."
"How can I repay this great virtue and kindness..."
…
The low voice of prayer started from Longzi Temple, followed the long procession, and reached every household. Then one by one, children with their hands tied with red ropes got on the float.
Wherever he passed, firecrackers were blasting, gongs and drums were roaring, and countless believers knelt down and recited sacrificial inscriptions in unison.
The morning mist was gradually enveloped by the scent of incense.
A procession of thousands of people, like a long dragon, meanders through various neighborhoods, sending blessings to the dragon god and picking up the spirit boys and girls.
"Nanny, be good, don't cry or make trouble, serve the Dragon God and enjoy the blessings! From now on, you will get rid of the pain, and the city will have good weather..."
Kneeling on the ground, Zhao Asi clasped his hands and looked at the girl walking away on the float, muttering in reluctance and awe.
"Nanny! No..."
Zhao Asi trembled all over, and saw a crazy woman rushing out of the front street, and rushed towards the carriage with her teeth and claws bared.
"Give me back my daughter, give me back my daughter!"
The loud sound of gongs and drums overwhelmed the shouts, and the long queue-like procession gradually faded away.
Zhao Asi wiped his tears and turned around. His mother-in-law had collapsed on the ground, tears streaming down her face, and she broke down in sobs:
"Nanny...Dragon God, Mr. Li's wife has so many children, why did she let my daughter go? She, she..."
"Nanny, let's go enjoy the blessings, enjoy the blessings..."
Zhao Asi comforted her:
"Maybe, maybe Mr. Li is not so lucky, so who made his family rich?
The Dragon God has the most pity for us common people! Sister Lin from Qian Street has suffered for half her life, but she has finally come to the end of her suffering. Both of her children are gone..."
"Dragon God bless my daughter..."
…
"What did you see?"
A hundred feet above the ground, like a fairy palace on the sea of clouds, in a corner of the Fang family manor, on a viewing platform overlooking the entire city, an old man in a jet-black robe suddenly spoke.
This old man has a lion's face, a broad nose, sharp eyes, and a deep aura. He is none other than Fang Shihu, the head of the Fang family, one of the three great families in the city.
"The incense is lingering, the power of wishes is permeating, the Dragon God is not far away from being promoted. Tonight, maybe, we can witness the achievements of a great immortal..."
The person who answered was a tall and slender young man with a face as beautiful as a crown jewel. He carried two goose egg-sized red crystal balls on his back with one hand and turned them around with the other:
"It's just that this city full of people is our family's private property. Letting him be like this for all these years really makes me feel unhappy..."
After hearing his son's reply, Fang Lihu was noncommittal and looked at his daughter with a much gentler attitude:
"Xingyun, what do you think?"
“The government’s policy to tire the people is really too powerful.
The people in this city are busy all day long, and when they have free time, they spend all their time venting their desires. As time goes by, they become more and more ignorant and unable to turn over.
Giving your children fish and meat to the Dragon God with your own hands may seem ridiculous, but it is actually terrifying..."
Dressed in white clothes and dressed in men's clothing, Fang Xingyun sighed softly:
"If our ancestors of the Fang family hadn't been lucky enough to recognize their master through the Taoist Fruit, I'm afraid the soul boys put on the table now would be my two siblings..."
"good!"
Fang Liger touched his palms and sighed:
"Xingfeng, you are not as clear-eyed about this as Sister You! That Long Zi only goes through saving mountains occasionally, and he just tastes better, so what does that mean?
Compared with the benefits of being on good terms with her, what is this loss?"
"You have the city in hand, but are you worried about the lack of people?"
Fang Liger shut up at the right time. Outside the observation deck, an old man with blood still on his body bowed and saluted:
"Master, Master, Miss... all the gifts have been prepared and the boat is in place. When will we set off?"
"Just get up at sunset."
Fang Shihu frowned slightly:
"Fang You, where is Wei Changshou? Can you find the person who injured you?"
"Go back to Master..."
Fang You's face twitched and his eyes turned cold:
"The beast was hidden in the night rain, and he suddenly made a move. He came and went without a trace. The old slave didn't even see what magical powers he used or what he looked like...
The Illustrated Book of Ten Thousand Immortals can’t do anything, unless..."
As he spoke, he shut up.
Without a trace, it is naturally difficult to find him, but it may not be impossible, but the price is too high. The Fang family may be able to afford it, but for him...
Sure enough, Fang Shihu said no more and just said:
"Go and get some elixirs to keep you warm, and at sunset, let's go to Longtao Pavilion for a banquet. You have made great achievements in riding horses and horses over the past few years!"
"Thank you sir!"
Fang You bowed and retreated.
"This old dog has something wrong with his thoughts!"
The clouds and mist rolled in, and Fang Xingyun glanced coldly at Fang You who was far away:
"He suffered an injury and his longevity plummeted. He no longer has the thought of revenge. I'm afraid he will have other thoughts..."
"Then prepare one more 'gift' for the Fifth Young Master."
Fang Shihu walked around carelessly:
"Tonight's banquet is no different than before. If you invite the disciples from home who are good enough to join you, you might gain something..."
"yes!"
…
It was Dragon Son's birthday, and the huge city of Xieshan became busy for it.
Whether it is the three families in heaven or the many large and small families on earth, they all move upon hearing the wind and prepare generous gifts, waiting for nightfall.
In the south of the city, in the Wei residence, a group of disciples also closed their doors early to thank guests, prepared their boats, and were waiting.
"The secret agent came to report that the three families have also taken action. They will definitely go together tonight..."
"Most of the families in the lower city have agreed. Some of them didn't want to go, but they didn't dare not accept the invitation. Most of them will go tonight."
"It's just that someone seems to have sent an invitation out of the city, maybe to notify Cangjiangmen... By the way, the person who made the sneak attack that day seems to have appeared at the Longzi Festival..."
…
Among the flowers in the backyard, Wei Changshou took care of the flowers lightly, listening to the report without saying a word.
After several disciples finished speaking, they looked up at the dimming sky and said:
"That has nothing to do with us. Old man, we just want to have a toothpaste ceremony. As for the rest..."
"teacher!"
Suddenly, the dark-faced middle-aged man who was quietly tending flowers in the corner raised his head:
"As the saying goes, things like others harm their own kind. Aren't you, old man, not touched at all? That beast..."
"Strict whale!"
The expressions of several disciples changed when they heard this, and some of them got angry and reprimanded him.
Wei Changshou waved his hand.
"It's not bad that things harm their kind, but you have mistaken the same kind. In this world, the rich and powerful don't think that they are the same as the mud-legged people below.
Which category should we be if we are extraordinary?"
Wei Changshou pushed the wheelchair toward the door:
"The people on the desk are not the same kind. The people sitting under the desk are the same as you and me...
Don’t forget this, if you don’t want to be put on the case..."
Yan Jing was silent, extremely complicated.
In the eyes of ordinary people, Wei Changshou was the most prestigious of the Ten Capital Masters in the Lower City. Not only did he come from a famous family, he also never discriminated against casual cultivators.
Mortals are even allowed to set up stalls in front of the door and make a profit.
But who knew that he was a frequent visitor to the Fifth Young Master, and one of the first guests...
"The world is like this, I have no choice!"
Wei Changshou let out a long sigh and drooped his eyelids:
"Let's go to the banquet."
…
…
Click!
The sun has not yet set in the west, and the sea of clouds in the sky has gradually turned into ink color, lightning and thunder dragons are running among them, and heavy rain is falling.
The city, which had been noisy all day, lost its impetuousness under the heavy rain, but looked a bit cold and gloomy under the night.
Wow~
In the heavy rain, Jiang Shentong walked alone in black, and fine raindrops hung on the edge of the bamboo hat, like a string of bead curtains.
He looked up.
I saw that in the night rain, the incense during the day had not dispersed. Not only had it not dispersed, but it was still gathering at an extremely fast speed.
Towards the center of the city festival area, they gathered in the open square behind the Longzi Temple.
Gradually, there was a feeling of smoke lingering in the heavy rain, and it seemed as if an eighteen-story building was rising from the ground.
Faintly, there seemed to be all kinds of noisy sounds.
It is here, but it seems not here, it seems to be underground, and it seems to be in the sea of thunder. It looks extremely strange.
Click!
At the right time, lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the plaque in front of the small building!
"Dragon Tao Pavilion!"
"No wonder I can't find it everywhere! It turns out that this dirty place is hidden under the incense. No wonder it can be hidden from my eyes!"
Jiang Shentong's eyes narrowed, and the long sword behind his back seemed to sense murderous intent and let out a trembling sound.
"Master, do you really want to go?"
In the rainy night, a young man wearing a raincoat hurriedly chased him. He was very nervous, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword turned white:
"Then disciple will go with you!"
"Thousand-year-old dragon, what are you doing to support me?!"
Jiang Shentong stared.
"Then what's the point of going?"
Young people never give in:
"You only have one magical power and three Taoist arts. How can you kill the evil dragon..."
"roll!"
Jiang Shentong pointed out a finger to lock it in place, and then flicked his sleeves to drive it into the night:
"In a quarter of an hour, the Taoist magic will open on its own! If the inheritance of the Hun Dan Sect is cut off in your hands, I will not let you go even if I am a ghost!"
Boom!
Muffled thunder rolls across the sky.
Jiang Shentong raised his eyes and saw that in the thunderstorm, the small building became clearer and clearer. Small boats were gathering from all directions.
With his eyesight, he could see everywhere in the night. He didn't need to concentrate, but he could already see the guests chatting happily on the small boats.
"The evidence is in this building. Unfortunately, you won't come..."
In the night rain, Jiang Shentong murmured, threw away his bamboo hat, stepped forward, and disappeared into the night:
"Ancestor's blessing..."
He left very quickly and never looked back.
But Yan Xia, who was unable to move in the darkness, clearly saw a hand catching the bamboo hat that had been blown away by the wind.
The third update is here! Gouzi did his best, good night everyone!